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30th April
2014
written by JeanMac

Monday, during my visit with Wayne, I had been taking pictures of him and having lots of laughs.

The camera was at my right hand on the table when Wayne began to sing ever so softly. It sounded like a wee child singing Jesus Loves Me and although I couldn’t make out the words, he definitely was singing to that tune.

Without alarming him, I tried to change my camera to video and just as I did, he stopped singing. My heart hasn’t stopped singing.

The reason this is so special to me, a story he told me when he was about 55 years of age. His elementary teacher told him to not sing as he couldn’t sing so don’t try. I could have fainted to hear this and it’s been a sad piece of his history. I was so happy he “overcame” her judgement and I’d love to tell her.

5 Comments

  1. 30/04/2014

    Oh, the power of music. It is deep seated within our minds and remains there to stir, to enchant, and to give sweetness to a moment.
    So glad you have this moment.

  2. 01/05/2014

    I love this experience you had.

  3. 02/05/2014

    What a cruel instructor, Jean, to thwart a young Wayne’s enthusiasm. I’m sure stuff like that happens all the time, but it still makes my blood boil.
    I hope he sings again and again!

  4. ncmountainwoman
    02/05/2014

    So wonderful to remember his music.

  5. 03/05/2014

    Oh my goodness that hurt my heart just to read what his teacher said to him – that is awful. I am so glad you thought of something so positive about it and I am glad he is singing about Jesus and remembering what is important!!!